Alice
It was early into the party, after Bruce arrived.
I was circling, trying to greet all of Bruce's guests for him.
When all of a sudden a hand came around my wrist, I looked up to see Bruce pulling me towards Harvey and Rachel.
He ran up behind Harvey and put him in a head lock, depriving him of air; Knocking him unconscious.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rachel screamed
"It's the Joker! He's coming for Harvey!"
He looked to me and Rachel and said "Stay hidden"
We disappeared into the crowd, wary that he'd use Rachel as bait. I kept her behind me.
That's when a shot rang out and everybody gasped.
Literally metres from where I sat this morning watching him terrorize that man, there he stood.
The Joker.
He was in my home. I didn't really have any time to dwell on this fact. I was too busy worrying about the guest's safety.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman!" He called enthusiastic "We are tonight's entertainment"
He picked up some food and began talking "I only have one question: Where is Harvey Dent?"
That's when he lifted up his gun and began scanning the crowds for him, The women gasped in fear as he took their drinks.
"Do you know where he is? Huh?"
Then he came to stop in front of an old guy. Who's name I couldn't remember.
"You know I'll settle for his loved ones."
"We're not afraid of thugs like you."
"You know, You remind me of my father" He said pulling out his knife and grabbing the elderly mans head "I hated my father."
I put my drink on the side and took a deep breath. Enough was enough.
"Alright, Enough." My voice rang out through the room.
He turned to me, almost in shock for speaking up.
I stepped forward, my dress dragging out behind me and my brown curls falling to my shoulders.
"Well, Hello Beautiful." He said combing back his hair with his fingers.
"You must be Bruce Wayne's squeeze. Hm?" I just sent an icy glare. "And you are beautiful..."
He circled me, his disgusting eyes surveying my body. He made me want to vomit.
"You look nervous. Is it the scars?" he asked me pointing with his knife "You wanna' know how I got em'?"
"Come here, "He grabbed my head, while I tried to fight him off, "Hey."
Finally capturing my head in a death grip around my neck; not stopping my breathing but keeping full control of me.
"So I had a wife. She was beautiful like you, who tells me I worry too much… Who tells me I ought to smile more…Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks, One day they carve her face and we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it."
I don't give him the satisfaction of struggling, I stand there staring him in the eyes.
"I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars… So I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself and do you know what? She can't stand the sight of me and you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!"
I quickly took advantage of the knife leaving its position at my neck and deliver a swift kick to his groin.
He doubles over for a second before regaining himself.
"A little bit of fight in you. I like that." He told me
"Then you're gonna love me" Bruce tells him before punching him in the face away from me.
He quickly starts fighting the thugs one by one. Knocking them unconscious, one of them goes at him with a knife, I can't help my instinct. So I grab a bottle of champagne and smash it over the guy with a clown mask on.
Bruce looks up at me in shock then continues fighting.
That's when I see the Joker coming towards me, he lifts his gun and grabs me wrapping his arms by my neck.
Bruce—Batman turns to us and see's the gun up by my head.
"Drop the gun" His gruff voice calls
"You take off your mask and show everybody who you are"
He shot the gun behind us, cracking the glass. Then grabbed my arm and pushed me backwards, keeping a grip on my wrist.
"Let her go" He calls
"Very poor choice of words." He told him sarcastically.
He then releases the grip on my wrist and I fall backwards onto the panelling, screaming all the while.
My hands are too sweaty from my nerves to get a grip on the glass, but I see Bruce jumping out after me, he quickly slides down head first on his stomach.
Grabbing my hands and holding me to him so he can take the blow.
We land on the car, his cape slowing us down.
"Are you alright?" he asks in his normal voice
"Let's not do that again" I told him exhausted and my nerves burnt.
"I've got some more bad news. I think we need to burn our duvet and mattress."
I look at him and smiled. I needed a joke right now.
Our hands were still joined when he pulled me up. My black nail polish almost blending in with his suit.